Hallmark Chesapeake Shores Mick & Megan O'Brien, Mother of the Bride
by Annette Zoaps
Summary: Hallmark Channel's "Chesapeake Shores" is based on the novels by Sherryl Woods. It's no secret that I've been captivated by the characters of Mick and Megan O'Brien! Their rich history on the show inspires many ways of reuniting them as a couple. Here's one more!
1. Chapter 1

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 **The Hallmark Channel's 'Chesapeake Shores'**

Mick and Megan O'Brien

By Annette Zoaps

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 **'** **Mother of the Bride'**

 **Chapter 1**

"I'm sorry, honey," Mick tells his oldest child. "I'm going to be late for the rehearsal. There's a fender-bender up ahead, and traffic on this blasted bridge is at a dead stop."

"That's okay, Dad," Abby replies, holding a hand over her free ear so she can drown out the noise in the sanctuary. "We'll wait for you."

"You don't have to wait. I have an idea."

. . .

When Abby gets the text message she's expecting, she makes an announcement to the family and friends gathered at the church for her and Trace's wedding rehearsal.

"Hey, everyone. Dad's running late because of an accident ..."

"Oh, no! Is he all right?" Megan exclaims.

"Yes, Mom. He's just stuck in traffic. But he wants us to go ahead. And Mom, he wants you to stand in for him and walk me down the aisle."

Abby sees her mother's eyes light up, only to dim within seconds.

"I'm not sure I should," Megan says softly.

"Here's his text. See for yourself." Abby holds up her phone for Megan to read.

"All right." Megan nods. "I'll fill in just until he gets here. Sweet of him to ask," she says, only loud enough for Abby to hear.

. . .

When Mick finally arrives, he quietly takes a seat in the front row, next to his ex-wife.

"Did I miss everything?" he whispers.

"Just the first run-through," Megan replies, confused by Mick's smile in return.

The minister continues his instructions to the bridal party, then calls for a second walk down the aisle now that the father of the bride is present.

Megan waits with Trace's mother for their escorts, and is surprised when Jess pulls her by the hand to the very back of the assembled group, where Mick and Abby stand.

"Is everything all right?" Megan asks.

"Mom, I need you to do something for me."

"Anything, sweetheart." Megan beams.

"Join us. Walk down the aisle with Dad and me."

Megan is shaking her head before Abby can finish her request.

"No, sweetie, no." She casts an apologetic glance at Mick. "That's your dad's honor. He earned it." Her voice catches.

"Megan, don't stand on ceremony," Mick cajoles. "Join the fun! We want you to."

"You can't deny the bride's request," Abby pleads.

"Are you sure?" Megan looks from Abby to Mick, and back again.

"Please?" they say in unison.

She sighs. "I can't deny you. Either of you."

At the altar, Abby gives her father a kiss on the cheek and turns to her mother with a hug.

"Mom, I'm so happy that both of you are with me," Abby says so only Megan can hear. "But I want you to know, this was Dad's idea."

Megan's eyes widen in surprise.

Abby smiles and joins her husband-to-be at the altar, and Mick holds out his arm to accompany Megan to their seats. As they get settled, he places his hand over hers, and Megan feels him relax. A familiar warmth spreads through her — but is it too familiar?

She frees herself from his arm and senses him tense slightly. Having second thoughts, she slips her hand into his, and doesn't have to look at him to know he's smiling.

Before she realizes it, she's smiling, too.

. . .

Saying goodbye to friends and family after the rehearsal dinner, Megan seeks out Kevin, who was her ride for the evening, but Mick finds her first.

"Looks like Trace is having the boys over for poker tonight — sort of a bachelor party," Mick explains. "Kevin asked me to make sure you have a ride home. Do you mind if I drive you?"

"I don't mind," she replies. "In fact, I was hoping for a chance to talk to you."

"Uh oh. Am I in trouble?" He flashes a disarming smile that has gotten him out of many a jam — more than a few of which were between him and Megan.

She tilts her head. "Just the opposite."

. . .

"Want to come in?" she offers after he parks in her driveway. "I can make some tea."

"Sure, that sounds nice. You said you wanted to talk?"

"Yes," she says, without revealing anything more.

He comes around to her side of the car and opens the door, offering his arm to walk her to the entrance.

"Practice for tomorrow," he teases.

She laughs.

Inside, he follows her to the kitchen as she begins to prepare the tea. She hears him bustling behind her, and by the time she turns around from the stovetop where the kettle is waiting to boil, she sees that he's filled a tea tray with everything they need and is casually leaning with his elbow on the counter.

"You've never been in my kitchen. How did you …?

"Habit. I figured you still kept a sugar bowl and a jar of honey in the lowest cupboard to the right of the sink, cups and saucers next to that, and the spoons in a drawer underneath."

"Sometimes it's infuriating how well you know me," she says, trying to hide how flustered she feels.

"I think the word you want is 'delightful.'" He grins.

Megan shakes her head, thankful for the distraction of a Facetime call coming in on her phone. She sees it's Abby and swipes open the connection.

"Hi, honey. Shouldn't you be getting your beauty sleep for tomorrow?"

"Heading to bed right now," Abby promises. "I was hoping to catch you and Dad, but it looks like you're already home."

"He's here," Megan says, moving the phone so Mick is pictured behind her.

"Oh! Well, I wanted to ask you something."

"What is it?" Megan asks.

Simultaneously, Mick says, "Everything okay?"

"It's the first dance. That is, after the first dance — and after I dance with Dad and Trace dances with his mother — usually the parents dance. Are you, um, comfortable dancing together? I'm sorry I didn't ask before. I assumed it was out of the question, but after tonight, I began to think you might not mind."

"That's fine, honey," Megan assures, putting on her most confident face.

"I'm game, but with my two left feet and the fact that I haven't danced in — when was the last time we danced?" he asks Megan. "I'm afraid I'm putting you both in danger. But I'll risk it if you will."

Abby laughs. "Maybe you'd better practice. I'll text you a link to the song we're playing." She yawns. "I'm going to bed now. Thanks for being willing. Love you both!"

"See you tomorrow, sweetheart!" Megan blows her a kiss.

"Love you, doll," Mick adds, waving from behind Megan.

Just before the screen goes blank, they hear her say, " _That_ was out of the 'Twilight Zone.'"

Megan's phone chimes, and Abby's message comes through.

"Let's have our tea at the table and listen to the song," Megan suggests.

"Don't forget, you wanted to talk to me about something."

She raises an eyebrow. "That's the second time you've reminded me."

"Sorry," he says with an awkward shrug.

Megan syncs her phone to a speaker system and launches the tune. As it plays, she pours the tea.

"Oh, Sinatra, 'The Best is Yet to Come.' I love 'ol' blue eyes.'" She closes her eyes and lets the melody envelop her. "I think it'll be easy enough to dance to. Don't you?"

When she looks up, Mick's blue eyes meet hers, and she sees something new — and unsettling — in them.

She glances away and is about to pour another cup of tea when Mick stops her.

"I think Abby was serious when she said we should practice."

"You were never as bad a dancer as you claim," Megan reminds him. "Besides, haven't you and Abby already been practicing?"

"No, there hasn't been time. So you and I have to practice for the both of us. We've got to pull together for Abby, right?"

He stands and holds out his hand.

After a slight hesitation, she takes it and accompanies Mick to the middle of the living room.

They assume a formal dance posture, but they're both awkward and rigid as they move. Megan can feel that he's as nervous as she is.

"Megan."

"Yes?" She jumps, startled.

"If you have something to say to me, I wish you'd say it. Give me a chance to apologize, or whatever."

"You haven't done anything wrong, and I'm a little embarrassed to bring it up," she begins, inching closer to avoid his scrutiny. "Why did you ask Abby to let me walk down the aisle with you?"

"Abby asked you." He tells only half the truth.

"She asked me at _your_ request. She told me so."

"So she spilled it, huh," he says softly.

"Mick, why did you include me?"

"Ever since you came back to town — which I'm glad you did, don't get me wrong — you haven't been yourself. Especially once all the wedding hullabaloo got going."

"I don't know what you mean. I'm thrilled Abby and Trace are getting married, and I couldn't be happier to be part of the planning."

" _Are_ you thrilled? Are you really happy?" He stops mid-dance and lightly touches her chin. "Megan, where's your smile?"

"We're — we're concentrating on dancing, not joking around," she deflects.

"I'm answering your question. I asked Abby to include you because I miss your smile, and I want to make you happy."

"Oh, Mick," she says softly, stroking his cheek with her fingertips. "My happiness isn't your responsibility."

"It is, when I'm the one who hurt you so badly you had to leave."

"That's old news. I'm sorry; you're sorry. Now, I'm working on finding my place here in Chesapeake — working to fit in with the family. And what you did earlier really helped. I'm happier than I've been in a long time." She smiles as proof. "So, thank you. I mean it."

She presses a quick kiss to his cheek.

It's his turn to look surprised, and Megan sees a hesitancy in his eyes, as though he's debating something within himself. Finally, he digs into his pocket.

"I have something for you, something I've been carrying around a while. Hold out your hand."

She does so, and he places a key in her palm — a patterned key in pastel pink, dotted with rosebuds.

"It's for the house. You're part of this family, and I want you to feel it's your home, too."

"Give you a kiss, and you take a mile," she chuckles, wiping at the tears forming in her eyes.

He laughs. "It's not like _that_ , unless you …"

"Shush!" She feels a warm flush come over her cheeks.

"There's nothing wrong with a woman having a key to the house where her children and grandchildren live."

"And her ex-husband?"

"An added bonus," he provokes.

"All right, ex-husband, I think it's time for you go." She gives him a quick hug. "Text me when you get home safely."

"Yes, Mother."

She laughs. "I'm sorry. I always say that whenever the kids are leaving."

"No problem. I'll text you."

"All right," she says softly. "Good night."

"See you tomorrow when I pick you up for the ceremony."

He not only smiles as he exits through the door, she can see him broadly grinning all the way to his car.

. . .

"I'm safe at home. Good night." Mick's text is accompanied by a photo of him under the covers and hunkered down in his pillows.

Enough of the bed is showing that Megan can see he's sleeping on one side of it — _his_ side.

"I'm about to fall asleep myself," she replies, although the picture of him snug and warm — and so gosh-darned handsome — is driving thoughts of sleep far away. "See you in the morning."

"I'll bet you're still up, worrying and making lists for tomorrow," he types.

"No. Too tired for that." She texts him a selfie in return. She's also in bed, peering over the top of her reading glasses with a book open on her chest. Her face is scrubbed clean of makeup, and she's sure she looks quite plain. She's careful not to reveal that she, too, sleeps on only one side of the bed.

Mick texts back an emoji of a smiley face with big hearts for eyes.

"It's been a long time since we had a nice talk in bed," he adds.

"Mick, you're terrible!" she types. "Good night. See you soon."

"Can't wait."

They text each other smiley faces and the conversation ends.

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 **See Chapter Two**

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 _If you love Mick and Megan as much as I do, be sure to check out my other stories:_

.

 _If you love Mick and Megan as much as I do, be sure to check out my other stories:_

 _NEW! Hallmark's Chesapeake Shores Mick and Megan O'Brien, The Whiskers of Machu Picchu, 2 chapters_

 _Hallmark's Chesapeake Shores Mick and Megan O'Brien, Come Let Me Love You_

 _Hallmark's Chesapeake Shores Mick and Megan O'Brien, Fear of Flying, 3 chapters_

 _Hallmark's Chesapeake Shores Mick and Megan O'Brien, The One That I Want_

 _Hallmark's Chesapeake Shores Mick and Megan O'Brien, Where the Wind Blows_

 _Hallmark's Chesapeake Shores Mick and Megan O'Brien, Once a Promise_

 _Hallmark's Chesapeake Shores Mick and Megan O'Brien, Mother of the Bride, 2 chapters_

 _Hallmark's Chesapeake Shores Mick and Megan O'Brien, Love Song_

 _Hallmark's Chesapeake Shores Mick and Megan O'Brien, First Kiss_

 _The Hallmark Channel's 'Chesapeake Shores' — Mick & Megan O'Brien, 9 chapters_

 _Chesapeake Shores — Megan at the Met — Mick and Megan O'Brien, 6 chapters_

 _._

 _I want to take a moment to thank everyone who has been reading and making positive comments about my stories!_

 _I appreciate it more than you know!_

 _Annette Zoaps_

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	2. Chapter 2

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 **The Hallmark Channel's 'Chesapeake Shores'**

Mick and Megan O'Brien

By Annette Zoaps

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 **'** **Mother of the Bride'**

 **Chapter 2**

 _The wedding was simply beautiful,_ Megan muses, as she watches Abby and Mick on the dance floor.

His focus is on their daughter, but Megan catches him sneaking peeks her way every few seconds. She hopes her smile reassures him that her heart is light — all because of him.

At the first notes of the Sinatra tune, Megan feels an attack of nerves coming on. She's sure it shows on her face, because as Mick takes her hand, he says with a wink, "Don't worry, I'll do my best not to step on your toes."

"Start slowly, and I think we'll be all right," she suggests.

"Are you nervous?"

"Yes, but not for the reasons I first thought." She glances around the room. "I'm not worried about dancing with you …"

"And here I was hoping you were excited to be close to me."

She laughs. "I'm nervous because of what everyone must be saying about the two of us — _together_ — after all this time. If they remember our history, they might be expecting us to start a ruckus in the middle of the dance floor."

"Ah, just the thought of what they're thinking makes the Irish in me rise up," he says with a brogue.

"Don't you start …" Megan warns.

"Want to give them something to talk about?"

"Oh no, I walked right into that one," she sighs. "I know there's no stopping you now, so what's your plan?"

"I promise, it'll be painless," he whispers, pulling her close as a preview of what he has in mind.

She gasps. "You thought I was nervous before? Just don't embarrass us — or our children! And especially don't steal Abby's thunder today. Please?"

"Drat. You're right. Megan, how is it that you're the only woman who can civilize me?"

"If _that's_ true, I've done a poor job of it!"

They share a laugh. When they finally look around, they realize the music has ended, and they're in the middle of the dance floor — alone.

"Double drat," he growls, making a formal bow and escorting her to a table far beyond the sidelines.

Megan fans herself with her clutch purse. "If they weren't talking about us before, they are now."

"If they are, it's because they see we're having fun together — and that's an unheard-of development for us."

She nods. "Or maybe they're pitying me," she provokes with a sly smile.

"I don't doubt that. But nobody's pitying _me_ ," he assures, his eyes wide with affection.

Megan fans herself again.

"Come on, you two!" Nell interrupts. "The little ones are on the dance floor!" She bends to whisper in Megan's ear, "Don't worry, love. All eyes are on them."

Megan smiles, relieved to be out of the spotlight.

Mick offers his hand to help her rise from her chair, but she slips loose of it as they follow Nell through the throng of guests they braved a moment before. When they come to a stop, Nell links arms with Megan on one side of her, and Mick on the other.

Megan suddenly realizes she's been given Nell's public stamp of approval.

"Thank you," she says, kissing her friend and former mother-in-law on the cheek.

"Whatever happens …" Nell whispers, looking at Megan intently. "If he makes you happy, I'm on your side. Both of you."

"I think it's our turn, Ma," Mick addresses his mother. "Ready for a spin?"

"No funny stuff, young man," Nell warns.

"Would I dare, with my mother watching me like a hawk?" he laughs. "Be right back," he says to Megan.

Guests are checking out the buffet and trickling to their tables, so Megan begins making the rounds, greeting the folks she remembers and meeting those who are new to her.

It's a little overwhelming, and she welcomes the rescuing presence of her granddaughters, who take over the introductions.

"This is Mimi," Carrie proudly tells one couple.

"Thank you for coming," Megan says formally, forcing a smile.

Carrie sees Caitlyn drawn to the dessert bar and runs to join her.

"Mimi?" says a woman wearing a beaded dress and loaded down with pearls. "It's good to meet you. When I saw you dancing, I was afraid you might be Mick's dreadful ex I've heard so much about."

"Dear …" her escort, probably her husband, cautions.

"What was her name?" the lady goes on. "Maggie?"

"Darling!" He again tries to stop her.

"There you are!" Mick's voice booms from halfway across the room, distracting Megan from the awkward encounter.

When he reaches her side, his eyes express such adoration it takes her breath away.

"Derek, Hannah. I see you've met Megan." His chest puffs with pride as he addresses the couple, his hand slipping possessively around Megan's waist.

He says her name so softly and reverently that she feels a thrill race up her spine.

"I haven't had a chance to tell them who I am," she prompts gently.

"This is the mother of the bride, of course. The mother of all five of our children." He beams.

"Your ex," Megan says bluntly.

"You were my _wife_." Again, his voice is hushed and tender. "Now you and I are — well, we're still figuring that out."

His crooked smile hints that he has considered any number of intriguing possibilities for their future.

Megan finally pulls her eyes from Mick's and smiles sincerely at the woman at the table, whose mouth is agape. "Lovely to meet you Derek. _Hannah_ ," she says.

"Did I miss something?" Mick asks as Megan hurries him away.

"How important are they to you?"

"I've known them for years. Derek is tops in engineering and mechanical. A partner in his company, in fact. But she's as obnoxious as they come."

"Would we see them often if …?"

"You mean, if we became a couple?" His lips curve into a grin.

She nods, suppressing a nervous laugh.

"Not until the next wedding," he says, his words but a breath.

She can see he's stifling the urge to add that the next wedding could be theirs.

"Megan, did she say something to you?"

"She seemed a little dismissive," she evades.

"I imagine she would be. Ever since I became a bachelor, she's been trying to set me up with her friends."

"You weren't interested?"

His eyes lock on hers. "If I couldn't devote enough time to the woman I _love_ , I definitely didn't have time to chase after some new relationship. Besides — _her_ friends?" He shudders.

"You seem to have more time these days," Megan observes. "In fact, I've been seeing so much of you, it's almost as though you believe the company can run itself without your needing to travel all over the country, like you used to do."

Mick places his hands on her shoulders, and Megan feels certain they'd be in a full-on embrace, if they weren't surrounded by family members and wedding guests. For the first time in recent history, that certainty doesn't scare her.

"Now that my priorities have changed, I have nothing but time — and I plan to put it to very good use," he says, his eyes making a silent promise.

"For cooking, I hope!" Nell breaks into their conversation. "I have assignments for the two of you for tomorrow's post-wedding brunch back at the house."

"At your service, Ma!" he salutes.

"I'll be there!" Megan happily agrees.

"I'll expect to see you in the kitchen first thing the morning, so don't stay out late, you two," she commands. "I don't want you half-asleep while you're wielding my sharpest knives on the chopping block."

"We'll try," Mick says. "But as the bride's parents, we're the hosts of tonight's shindig."

As his mother moves on to her table, he adds for Megan's ears alone, "And I'm in no hurry for this evening to end."

"I feel the same way," she assures. "To be honest, I don't want to waste time with dinner. I'd love to dance with you some more."

"An excuse to wrap my arms around you? Baby, count me in!"

. . .

"Best day ever," Mick declares hours later on her doorstep. "Only one thing could make it better."

She knows what he means. She puts her hands on his cheeks and slides them around his neck, pulling him into a hug.

"Nell warned me not to keep you out late," she teases.

"I love Ma, but I'm not rushing home for anyone."

He's waiting for her to make the first move — she has no doubt. But he's not standing idle. His hands are firm around her waist, and his breath is warm against her cheek. Still, he waits for her.

Three words from Megan — "I've missed you" — are all it takes to move him from passive to passion.

His mouth unerringly finds the pulse point in her neck, spending but a tantalizing moment there before tracing kisses along her cheek until he meets her eager lips, warm and yielding beneath his.

"You know me so well," she says breathlessly, wondering if he can see how flushed she is under the porch light.

"When it comes to loving you, I haven't forgotten a thing. Not the smallest detail."

As proof, he kisses her neck and feels her tremble in his arms.

"Yo, Dad! Hi, Mom!"

Mick and Megan are startled by the interruption.

Connor hangs out of the passenger window of Kevin's car stopped at the curb, as his brother sits mute in the driver's seat, a look of disbelief on his face.

"Watcha doin'?"

"What am I doing?" Mick blinks, then whispers the answer into Megan's ear. "I'm trying to make their mother fall in love with me."

"Keep trying," she says, with a catch in her voice.

"Are you saying it's not working? If you are, you're kidding yourself." He smiles confidently.

"Oh, it's working. I just don't want you to stop."

"That's what I thought." He moves in for another lingering kiss.

"Dad! Hey, Dad!" Connor interrupts again. "Gran's been trying to reach you."

"Darn, I put my ringer on mute for the wedding," Mick realizes.

"I did, too."

They pull out their phones and notice a flood of texts waiting for them.

"She wants you to find the big griddle you put away last Christmas," Connor continues. "You're the only one who knows where it is, and she needs it for the brunch."

"On my way, son. You and Kevin can go now."

"Sorry, Pop. We've got our orders. Gran's waiting. Take your time. I'll just send her a video to let her know we found you."

"Video!" Megan exclaims.

"Oops! I accidentally group-texted it to the whole family. My bad."

As proof that Connor isn't kidding, Mick and Megan's phones begin to chime.

"Oh, my!" Megan says after seeing a few seconds of the film clip.

"Time to go on the offense, sweetheart. Cheek to cheek, now smile …"

Mick takes a selfie of the two of them and sends it to the group. Turning to her, he plants a kiss right on her mouth and attempts another photo without looking. After a quick glance, he sends it, too.

"I'm not hiding how I feel about you. Not from anyone," he declares, pulling Megan into a hug that makes her feel warm and secure — and very loved.

After a minute, he takes a step back and gives her a puzzling look.

Megan tries to gauge his expression. "Mick, are you having regrets at going public?"

"No!" he says emphatically. "But there's a question I want to ask you."

"Anything," she encourages, then laughs, "As long as it's not a proposal."

"You'd say 'no?'" he asks, taken aback.

"Mick! Don't ask me today, on our daughter's wedding day, when emotions are running high."

He tips his head and raises his eyebrows.

"Not tomorrow, either," she whispers. "It's Abby and Trace's family brunch before they leave on their honeymoon. It's a day that should be all about them."

"The day after?"

As if to tempt her, he presses the lightest, softest kiss to her lips, leaving her longing for more.

When he steps back to look into her eyes, she takes a deep breath and strokes his cheek. "You can ask me anytime after tomorrow."

"I'll have a ring ready," he promises. "Unless you still have …"

"Of course I still have them!"

A relieved smile crosses his lips. "I'm glad. I didn't know if you might have given them to one of the kids, or pawned them to get them out of your sight."

"They're here, safely locked in my desk drawer. Come in and I'll get them for you. But then you have to go. You can't keep Nell waiting! She's given us her approval, and I won't have her changing her mind."

"Not a chance of that."

Megan unlocks her front door, and Mick steps inside with her, leaving the door open as she goes to her desk behind the couch. She returns in an instant with a ring box, opening it to show him her original engagement ring and wedding band inside.

Though the front door is open, their backs are to the street, as they make a belated attempt to keep their private business private.

After a smile of approval, Mick snaps the box shut and slips it into his pocket. "These rings mean as much to me as they do to you." He sighs.

"Today, they mean more than ever." She winds her arms around his neck and kisses him, holding nothing back. "Take care of them, sweetheart."

"Don't worry. Expect to see them polished and shinier than ever in two days. And you promise you'll say 'yes,' right?"

"You'll have to ask me to find out," she says.

But the kiss she gives him leaves no doubt what her answer will be.

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 **The End**

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 _This story is complete! If you love Mick and Megan as much as I do, be sure to check out my other stories:_

.

 _If you love Mick and Megan as much as I do, be sure to check out my other stories:_

 _NEW! Hallmark's Chesapeake Shores Mick and Megan O'Brien, The Whiskers of Machu Picchu, 2 chapters_

 _Hallmark's Chesapeake Shores Mick and Megan O'Brien, Come Let Me Love You_

 _Hallmark's Chesapeake Shores Mick and Megan O'Brien, Fear of Flying, 3 chapters_

 _Hallmark's Chesapeake Shores Mick and Megan O'Brien, The One That I Want_

 _Hallmark's Chesapeake Shores Mick and Megan O'Brien, Where the Wind Blows_

 _Hallmark's Chesapeake Shores Mick and Megan O'Brien, Once a Promise_

 _Hallmark's Chesapeake Shores Mick and Megan O'Brien, Mother of the Bride, 2 chapters_

 _Hallmark's Chesapeake Shores Mick and Megan O'Brien, Love Song_

 _Hallmark's Chesapeake Shores Mick and Megan O'Brien, First Kiss_

 _The Hallmark Channel's 'Chesapeake Shores' — Mick & Megan O'Brien, 9 chapters_

 _Chesapeake Shores — Megan at the Met — Mick and Megan O'Brien, 6 chapters_

 _._

 _I want to take a moment to thank everyone who has been reading and making positive comments about my stories!_

 _I appreciate it more than you know!_

 _Annette Zoaps_

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